Ascendance Of A Bookworm Ch 1 Novels & Stories

He placed his hand on the door. It opened without resistance. Inside was a circular chamber filled with suspended pages—hundreds of them, floating like dead leaves in invisible wind. At the center stood a stone pedestal holding a single book bound in dark metal. The man approached it slowly. “You finally woke her,” he said. The book did not answer. It didn’t need to. He opened it. The pages turned on their own, stopping at a page that was no longer blank. Words burned into existence as he watched: The Moon Heir has awakened.

Jane deliberately emphasized my identity as an orphan and a sly look flashed through her eyes. Then a panicky voice suddenly rang out. "Watch out!" I looked up and saw the chandelier above me was swaying dangerously. The next second, it came crashing down! In that instant, Andy grabbed Jane's wrist and pulled the panicked she-wolf tightly behind him. As for me? I had no time to dodge as it struck me hard in the forehead. Dizziness overwhelmed me as I fell to the floor, blood quickly trickled down from my forehead. I touched the blood and looked toward Andy, but he was only worried about whether Jane was hurt the whole time.

But eventually, I found something. My hand paused over one of the books, hesitating for a bit before I pulled out the book, the weight heavier than I expected it to be. I walked over to a chair and sat down, glancing towards the door before I opened up the book. At first, I couldn’t comprehend what I was reading. The book made many references to ancient wolves and royal bloodlines, to powers that had been lost or hidden over time. I skimmed through the words, my eyebrows knitting as I tried to make sense of it. I flipped through the pages until something finally caught my eye.

I murmured to myself, my mind starting to race as I walked over to a table, setting the old book down as I began to leaf through its long index, some pages almost falling out as I touched them “Celebrations after the birth of cubs… Offerings to the Goddess… Feast after the harvest…” “These things seem to have been written centuries ago.” Atticus wrinkled his nose, also reading over my shoulder “Celebrations after children's first transformation? Where did the person who wrote this live? In a village with ten wolves? Does he have any idea how many children transform for the first time every day…?” “Magic rituals.” I interrupted him when I read the title of that chapter, quickly starting to lo

Maybe being the talk of the academy had a tiny good side after all. Even if the bad side overshadowed it, having someone openly declare their support felt genuinely nice.She walked to her next class with a small, happy smile. The smile vanished when she returned home after her final lecture and dropped onto the bed to begin reading one of the books Adrian had left her. The title was simply Mages. Her curiosity was certainly piqued—she was desperate to learn everything about her genus. She couldn’t get past the first ten pages, though. It was a dense history of the first mages, the ancient political blah-blah-blah, and before long, her eyelids were fighting a losing battle.

It was as if Levi had somehow managed to infuse the apartment with a sense of warmth and welcome, despite its lack of adornment. Kimberly's gaze wandered around the room, taking in the sparse furnishings and the compact layout. She felt a pang of curiosity about Levi's life, about the choices he had made and the path that had led him to this small, unassuming apartment. Moments later, Levi returned with an old, dusty tome, and Kimberly's eyes widened with curiosity. The book's cover was adorned with intricate carvings that seemed to dance across its surface, radiating an otherworldly energy. Levi's voice was calm and measured as he spoke, "This was your mother's grimoire, uhh… a spell book o

When you hunted apex predators, knowledge was the only equalizer. But something about this collection felt... off. It wasn’t tactical. It was frantic. I shifted a stack of papers. Beneath them lay medical journals about viral transmission. Ancient texts on the transition process. This wasn’t just studying the enemy. She was studying the Change. A thick, leather-bound book sat open near the edge of the desk, an anime-themed bookmark keeping the page. I picked it up, the leather cold in my hand. A tight, sickening knot formed in the pit of my stomach as I read the chapter heading in bold, archaic script.

— Be quiet, you old fleabag. I can't concentrate on what I'm reading here, I growled at him. He completely ignored me and continued dancing. I looked through all my books for any information about unusual transformations. I wouldn't rest until I discovered what was behind Chloe's peculiar transformation. My desk was cluttered with books of all sizes and colors, but I hadn't found anything yet. I rested my forehead on the table, exhausted. Suddenly, a title in gold letters caught my attention. Descendants of the Moon

"Look, it's okay to admit you're not okay. This school messes with everyone. You're not alone, and you're certainly not being judged." Ignoring her comforting words, I march past her towards my closet. In haste, I rummage through my clothes until my hand clasps around 'it'—the red book I'd stolen from Artemis's room during my first awakening. "Here," I say, tossing the book her way. Her wolf-like reflexes snap into action, catching the book effortlessly. She studies its intricate design, her fingers tracing the worn leather before she opens it and flips through its ancient pages. "What's this?"

I wasn’t happy because Tristan can also use the spell, but I was happy because I could get to know more about the spells I'm using, which I'm sure would be in this book. The pages of the book were old. It's like it's telling the story of a thousand years gone by. The edges tingled with the passage of time. I opened the first page, and the texture of the paper was worn and soft under my fingertips. Unlike the other books, which don't have anything on their first pages, this was different. ‘Moonlit Enchantments: A Guide to Werewolf Magic,’. It was written on the first page. The scent of mystery lingered in the air like a ghostly presence as I took a quick glance at Andrian.